Anne Of The Thousand Days の小説・ストーリー

Betha clapped and laughed, "It's definitely because you won the advertising contract, ha ha." Anne Jenner does not speak because her mind is not here. She went directly to the photo booth. Anne Jenner finished taking pictures of the magazine and had two days off, and it was not uncommon for Betha to let her rest well without coming to disturb her. Anne Jenner is home alone, she reads scripts, surfs F******k, goes to the kitchen to cook rice, she makes some pastries, makes coffee by hand, is at ease, then posts the results on F******k.

It was Anna's fifteenth day in this house, when she woke up from bed, she felt a sharp pain in her body. The constant loneliness made her sick. She had no idea when Adam would return and whether he would come or not. She also had no idea whether he could trust her after he returned or if he would kill her. She got up from the bed and walked to the outside door where someone knocked loudly.

"I'm sorry, Anne. I don't know what happened. I just... I couldn't keep my eyes open. I couldn't fight it..." "You've got three days!" Anne jabbed a finger at his chest, her voice ice-cold. "Three days to get this proposal perfect. I don't care if you don't sleep, don't eat, don't take a single break—you fix this. If you blow it again, you're done. Out. Gone."

⸻ The next morning, the mansion was quiet, almost too quiet. Sunlight spilled through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Anna sat by her window, wrapped in a soft robe, her thoughts racing. She knew she had to be careful—Arnold’s temper was unpredictable, and every misstep could cost her dearly. Yet, despite the fear, a spark of determination burned inside her. She wouldn’t be completely controlled. Downstairs, Arnold walked through the grand halls of the mansion, his face unreadable. The guards followed silently, careful not to draw attention. He had been thinking all night about Father Damien’s involvement with Anna, and the possibility of betrayal gnawed

Andre, things will only get better from here. I smiled faintly. My eyes closed. Just a short nap… My body had no strength left. My thoughts drifted back to him — but I pushed them away. Please… whoever is listening in heaven, guide me through these 100 days. And keep Andre alive. Tears slipped down my cheeks as sleep finally claimed me.

Camila's POV Monday mornings usually begin with coffee but today begins with a number. Forty. I stop in the hallway outside the kitchen, staring at the calendar Mrs. Harper keeps pinned to the wall. Someone has circled the contract's final day in red ink weeks ago, and beneath today's date, my eyes automatically count the squares that remain. Forty days. Only forty. The number settles in my chest like a stone. "Morning." Alejandro's voice makes me jump.

The house was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet now—a silence that felt less like an ending and more like a beginning. Evelyn made another stroke, then another. She didn't know if she would make it to Day 100, but for the first time in weeks, she wasn't counting the days. She was just watching the lines take shape.

She couldn’t imagine how much more difficult the day’s climb might be otherwise. Powdery snow pelted down from the others climbing above. Anne blinked and lowered her head to keep the falling snow from her eyes. Chafed by the coldness, the strain of the climb, and the uncertainty, Anne’s thoughts pushed against the haze of time for another faraway place. Only days before that, her husband sat in the chair of their storage room, which had transformed into his private study. He sat surrounded by stacks of books, writing, working, internalizing.